A POSTSCRIPT 337 dimly seen two photographs in pretty, homemade frames of plexiglass, of the kind that were made in great number by wing handy men from the wreckage of enemy, planes to while away the tedium of inaction in periods of lull. On the table stood a billycan filled with fragrant wild raspberries covered with a burdock leaf. The raspberries, the young birch-trees, the hay and the fir twigs with which the floor was carpeted, gave off such a sweet pungent smell, the dugout was so cool, and the chirping of the grasshoppers in the ravine was so soothing that we were overcome by a pleasant languor, and we decided to put off until morning both our talk and the raspberries. The airman went outside. I heard him noisily cleaning his teeth and dousing himself with cold water, making the wood echo with his grunting and snorting. He came in refreshed and cheerful, with drops of water on his hair and eyebrows, turned down the wick in the lamp and began to undress. Something heavy clattered on the floor. I looked down and could not believe my eyes. His feet were lying on the floor! A footless flyer! And a pilot of a fighter plane! A pilot who had made seven combat flights that day and had shot down three enemy planes! It was unbelievable. But the fact was that his feet, artificial feet, of course, with nicely fitting army shoes, were lying on the floor! The upper parts were under the bunk and it looked as though a man were hiding there with his feet protruding. Evidently my face expressed the amazement I felt, for my host looked at me and asked with a pleased, sly smile: "Didn't you notice it before?" "I would never dream-----" "I'm glad to hear that! Thanks! But I am surprised that nobody told you. There are as many busy-bodies in this wing as there are aces. Funny they let a new man come in, and a Pravda correspondent at that, and didn't rush to tell him about the freak they have here." "But it is an extraordinary thing, you'll admit. To fly a fighter plane with no feet! That wants doing. Nothing like it is known in the history of aviation." The airman whistled merrily and said: "History of aviation! It did not know lots of things, but has now learned of them from our flyers in this war.